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276 THE MIRACLES OF ANTICHRIST ’
“ Let us have him ! Let us have him !” cried the
children.
But now a big, rough workman, a dark man with
a bushy, black beard, pushed forward. He wished
to snatch away the image. The old lady had barely
time to thrust it behind her back.
“Give it here, Donna Elisa, give it here!” said
the man.
Poor Donna Elisa cast one glance at Donna
Micaela, who had sat silent and displeased the
whole time by her side. Donna Micaela had been
persuaded with difficulty to go to Corvaja and show
the image to the people there. “ The image helps
us when it wills,” she said. “We shall not force
miracles.”
But Donna Elisa had been determined to go, and
she had said that the image was only waiting to be
taken to the faithless wretches in Corvaja. After
everything that he had done, they might have
enough faith in him to believe that he could win
them over also.
Now she, Donna Elisa, stood there with the man
over her, and she did not know how she could
prevent him from snatching the image away.
“Give it to me amicably, Donna Elisa,” said the
man, “otherwise, by God, I will take it in spite of
you. I will hack it to small pieces, to small, small
pieces. You shall see how much there will be left
of your wooden doll. You shall see if it can
withstand the black Madonna.”
Donna Elisa pressed against the mountain wall;
she saw no escape. She could not run, and
she could not struggle. “Micaela!” she wailed,
“ Micaela!”
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